Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

Upon arrival, there was nothing there. Tonravik was quite used to tricks of the imagination, and so she would have been on her way had gravity not had its way with the wolf below. Hearing the click of nails against stone caused her to double back, furs along her shoulders pricking upward. As Toothless was darting, Tonravik descended. It was hard for a beast of her stature to truly be silent, but the attempt was made despite that. Her mother had been a tracker, and had taught her daughter well in her youth. It had served her brilliantly in her time in the North, finding wolves that had been hiding from the pack she had stayed with. She had no idea who this wolf was, but she picked up a scent. And when she did, she followed the being that tried to elude her (or at least the scent).

She came to a chasm that swallowed the dark being whole. Her murky brown eyes sought a figure, but could not see the other all that well in her hiding spot. But Tonravik reclined onto her haunches, and then slid onto her stomach, staring into the hole, wondering if she would spot movement. The scent led her to here, but it seemed as though there was nothing.